Spiralling stars adorn our sky,
Their path leading to a scorned lovers heart.
I look to the heavens and start to cry
Knowing that the hours pass while we're apart,
I am the thorns that protect your rose,
Deadly but noble and true.
With your scent so sweet, a delight to my nose
And an old smile forever looking new.
The moon is our beacon, the stars our map,
Never shall we be lost again.
Yet the road to love is not without its cunning traps,
Laid bare to make our efforts in vain.
My darling rose, do you dare our love to bloom?
To walk blindly into the sun.
I know that our love shall be our doom,
But it is a fate from which I would never run.
